It’s quiet at Priscilla’s

She’s not there – having died 10 days ago

But it’s been easy to find her- she’s with me right now

Fast ( and loose)- pals –

We’d been practicing these moves all year

With her questionable treatment- keeping us on our toes

or flat out ( but she never complained)

So we’ve got it down- we exist in the two planes

Like we’ve been doing all along… yesterday

I snuck into her studio

And found on the bottom shelf the pinch pots

I’d made last summer

Which she’d managed to glaze

And leave them there for me to find.

Cosmic examples of love- truly.